This is a poem I wrote because I was in a cherry blossom fight so it goes like this…
Roses are Red, Violets are blue,
Petals don’t taste good, so close your mouth too,
distractions happen whenever, you never know who,
don’t you dare swallow or you’ll turn pink too!
Another poem I heard at Scouts…
Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout “Horray!”
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
Roses are red,
My name isn’t Clove,
This is really random,
By Miranda Mcmuffin Inspired by Lucie
“Cookies” A haiku by Miranda Mcmuffin
Sweet and chocolatey
Oreos, and other types
Round yummy cookies